Can You Teach Me? (Parts 201+)

Part 216 Working ALL the Effing Time

Part 216 - Sunday December 22nd

Gabriel's POV

Fuck!  Victor isn't the only one that has to work on their "supposed" holiday break!  I knew I had to help with Victor's wardrobe today, and whatever!  That is normal.  But it was the conversation I just fucking had with Mr. B that really pisses me off.  How does he expect me to get all of that done in just a week?

"Mr. Coleman," when he calls me that I know he means business and vacation is NOT supposed to mean business, "the time has come for our family to introduce Miss Sorenson to the Academy board."

"You mean tonight?  What the fuck!  She is not ready!  WE are not ready!"  I was headed into panic mode.

He cut me off with raising one finger, "No, I do not mean tonight.  We are already busy tonight with Victor's concert.  And the concert on Christmas Eve.  Then everyone has their own family time on Christmas Day.  So, I have made arrangements for Miss Sorenson to meet the board on Dec. 31st before the Academy New Years Ball."

"You want her to be introduced to them in a ball gown?  She will be a mess!"

"No, we will introduce her to them that morning.  Then the board will have the evening to observe and evaluate how she interacts with all of us at the Ball.  I feel that is the least intrusive way for them to assess her feelings for all of us."

"She wouldn't feel like a science experiment on display?"  I questioned out loud.  "But will they want more after the Ball?"

"I presume yes," he told me, "but hopefully they will have rooted out the curiosity phase by the end of the Ball.  Then we can bring her into the training center to show some of her skills."

"So what do you need from me exactly?"  I asked with a sideways glance.

"A shopping trip with Miss Sorenson."  He said with a raised eyebrow and the hint of a smile.

"DONE!  What all am I buying?  Besides the most gorgeous fucking gown imaginable!"  Mr. B chuckled!  He actually chuckled!  What the hell?  Never, in all the years I have been demanding with curse words and expressing my views has he ever chuckled at those things I have said.  He always berates me for my language.

"A business suit for the formal introduction, and whatever she needs for her week of training.  You know, the usual.  She will be displaying all the different skills she has.  Some of it she may already have from the different adventures we have taken her out to do.  You know her wardrobe best.  I trust you to assure she has what will be needed."

"Done and done!"  I told him.  I guess I will be working between Christmas and New Years.  There should be some good sales though.  Not that money is a problem but it makes Trouble feel better."

"Also," Mr. B broke into my thoughts, "Each of us will need ties, vest, and accessories for our tuxes that match her new dress.  We want to let the board know we go with her, we are a family.  We are not a bunch of individuals."

I agreed with him but secretly worried that North would give me shit for making him wear any color other than black.  I'll have to worry about that and the dress later.  Tonight, I have to finish getting Trouble ready, so we can get to the music hall in time for me to get Victor ready.

--------

Everything went like clockwork for once in a long time.  No one had a wardrobe malfunction.  No one had to fight off those shit heads Vic calls sperm and egg donor.  The concert was smooth and played to perfection.  The standing ovation lasted through three bows, (About 5 minutes) when Victor smiled a genuine smile toward Trouble and sat at the piano to play.

An announcer came over the speakers, "The encore is an Original Victor Morgan.  Sonata No. 10 also titled, "My Princess".

Trouble gasped so loudly, I think everyone in the fucking concert hall heard it.  Victor blushed but began his song.  He played with as much passion as he did last night.  I can almost see the paint strokes, painting the canvas themselves.  Like in the story, "The Sorcerers Apprentice."  The brooms swept the floor and the buckets filled themselves with water.  Except, in my vision is a beautiful wall unfurling before my eyes.

"I need paint!"  I announced to Luke, who was next to me, when the audience roared with more applause, sharing their praise for his original song.  No one quit clapping or moved from their seats for a good ten minutes.  I even saw a pair of ladies panties fly onto the stage.  Victor's eyes grew wide with a look of horror.  We all were laughing.  He will NEVER get to live down the day a society type threw panties at him.  I might even go grab them, so I can frame them as a gift for his Birthday.  Ha ha ha ha!  I'm a total fucking genius!  What do you give the guy that has everything?  Framed panties from a fan.  Ha ha ha ha!